I'm moved so deeply, a creeping chill climbs my spinenYet it's still and I'm warmnAll eyes go blurry, a hurry to get the boatnSea's calling on sons of mannnSaying Write soon, keep warm!nAs they're waving from the shorennWe saw the posters that toasted the fight abroadnSign here, we'll take boys afarnSuch propaganda and slander from desperate mennDraining the blood of the youngnnSaying Write soon, keep warm!nAs they're waving from the shore